Chapter 38: The Prodigal, the Tsar, and Flamenco

The banquet hall of the Summer Palace had been refreshed with new decor, for it was the kind of reception where everyone stood with a drink in hand, so two long tables were placed along the edges of the hall, laden with food that could easily be picked up and eaten.

Wang Zhong, holding Ludmila's hand, entered the venue, casually picked up a piece of walnut cake, and surveyed his surroundings while nibbling.

Diplomats and their spouses followed behind this pair, entering one after another until the room quickly filled to capacity.

The orchestra had already taken its place in a designated area, playing soothing music.

Wang Zhong whispered to Ludmila, "What comes next in the program?"

Since the saying "General Rocossov dislikes dances" had already spread throughout Ye Fort, Wang Zhong, who had been in his post for over a month now, had never been to a dance.